Duped: Part 8

[mirror_alice]

Alice runs a hand along the wall, relishing the feel of the wallpaper under her hand. It's been so long, so very long, since she could feel anything but the cold, hungry, glass of the mirror. A century and more of being unable to smell, or taste or touch. Catching only what fragments of other people's lives passed close to that thrice damned

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[doyousmellfudge]

Well, crap, thinks Artie. He does his best not to let it show in his face. "Hey. Um, is Pete with you?"

[claudiometer]

"Well, dude. He's in a big hotel."
Which means there's a courtesy phone in there somewhere. Sure, paging him to it will be slightly obvious, but it's better than leaving him completely unaware, right?

[doyousmellfudge]

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Countdown to headdesk in 3... 2... 1... THUD.